Neither, but thanks for the offer. I know that's not what you meant, but as you're fond of saying, I couldn't resist.
I can use DaVinci Resolve and Spotify at the same time. It's beautiful. I love editing with my playlists running.
Doctors were amazed at how far I've come in my recovery. I went from barely able to move, missing a chunk of my small intestines, crapping in a bedpan to basically my old self in, what, three weeks? Still have to have a PICC line in me for a good long while but eh, I'm used to it now.
Good luck, Link. Yes, Gravy is right: take it easy. You know your own body best. Having a PICC line is something I simply couldn't imagine. :-\ I've had a few catheters inserted for various scans, but I can't imagine living with one for 3 weeks, much less longer.
Spending the week with the wife in Zermatt, Switzerland. The town is beautiful, the people are friendly, and the skiing is awesome! Highly recommend it here!
Last night as was cleaning up after dinner, the faucet's sprayer end came off in my hand and water shot everywhere. I tried to put it back on, then water ran under the sink. Confused, I turned off the faucet and called my plumber friend; he explained that most likely there had been a hose attached to the sprayer end that had somehow come disconnected and dropped back into the works. He said he could stop by today and likely fix it, likely cost $50. I explained things to spouse, who sighed, "houses aren't cheap," and didn't look forward to having no kitchen sink for the night and morning. Then I had a thought (happens occasionally), went down to my workshop and got a long pair of forceps/tweezers. I fished around for awhile and, lo and behold, found the hose and pulled it up. Screwed it back onto the sprayer and, voila, all was good. Made me feel inexplicably happy, useful. Wife said I was her hero "for now anyway." And my plumber friend is out $50.
I love it when I suss out something that would have cost me £100 to get someone in to fix. I'm liable to go on about it for days after.
Do you have pictures (aka what some people would call "pet tax")? Here's my mum's previous cat, doing what cats do. (Click for a bigger image)
Ah, that. I live in the inner city, so I don't get those. *shrug* I do get some gloriously sunny mornings, though.
In spite of my bad back, with which it is not possible to sit in a chair with any comfort, I take care of myself, and I walk especially well, with my own approach, and go faster than others generally, though to others I would seem to be an old man, and I am pretty old anyway. I have some certain characters walk this way too in writing from my creativity, to go long distances, though I usually write with young characters in the stories.
